Dimension Switch…ENTER NARUTO!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto…unfortunately. I do own Journey, Patrick, Brandon, and anything else in the world of Naruto that I mark like this: Bob

CHAPTER ONE: JOURNEY

"IDIOT!" An angry male voice yelled, and the sound of someone throwing something could be heard.

"Actually…if you want to get technical…it's 'Baka'." A calmer and deeper male voice answered back, slightly amused.

Sitting down in front of a television, were two teenage boys. A blonde-haired person, and a brown-haired person. The brown-haired person was yelling at the television, and had thrown a rubber ball at it. His hair was dark brown, almost black. He was a thin, wiry fellow who had a bowl cut hairstyle. He had a furious glare on his face as he wiped his white and sweaty hands across his dark green tee shirt and blue jeans. On the front of his tee was a picture of Rock Lee, a character in a series that they were watching currently. His hands, done wiping their perspiration off their surface, dove back into the popcorn bowl between the two boys.

"SHHHH!" Said the brunette to the blonde, not even paying attention to what he had said.

The blond, a sturdier and older teenager, grinned but continued to watch one of his favorite episodes of the Anime known as Naruto. "You shush. You are the one who is yelling at the television, Patrick. Besides, thanks to the Teevo, you've seen this particular episode at least ten times." He said. His ice-blue eyes stared hard at the television and watched as his favorite ninja, Neji Hyuga, fought the main character Naruto. He had black plastic rimmed glasses, close-cropped blond hair that was brushed lazily straight down, and he wore blue jeans and a white tee shirt. He also reached into the popcorn bowl, but instead of grabbing a handful like his friend Patrick, he only grabbed two pieces.

Patrick rolled his dark brown eyes, and huffed. "Brandon...shush already. Don't interrupt, or I'll start the episode over again!"

Brandon grinned, and watched as the episode concluded. He was satisfied that his favorite ninja lost, because Neji would then grow from the experience. He stood, dusted the few popcorn crumbs off his blue jeans, and stretched leisurely. The cream-colored walls were darkened by the fact that it was nighttime, and the light brown carpet was also darkened. The green plush couch behind them was unused, and so was the maple coffee table right in front of the couch. The boys were watching the TV on the floor, right in front of the black Entertainment Hutch that housed the VCR, PS2, XBOX, DVD player, the TEEVO equipment, the TV, and a large collection of movies.

Patrick stretched as well, and then stood. Brandon got a mischievous grin on his face and looked at his friend. His friend turned, saw the look, and groaned. "Awww man! This always happens after we watch Naruto."

Brandon nodded, pushed his black rimmed glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, and continued to grin. He then gracefully moved his limbs into a position that was none other than the Juken, Gentle Fist, style off Naruto. His left foot extended away from his body, bent at the knee slightly, and his right leg bent slightly and his foot pointed slightly away from his body. He extended his left hand, palm facing his friend, and kept his left arm bent at the elbow. He then lowered his right hand towards his side, but kept it extended just a little bit just like his other arm. So, he had two palms facing his friend, and he quoted one of his favorite sayings. "Whatever you do…it's futile." He said, and his friend rolled his eyes.

His friend simply stood at attention, then extended his own left hand. His arm was bent at the elbow almost in a 90° angle, and the back of his hand faced his friend. He then put his right arm behind his back, and stood rigidly at attention. "I am the Handsome Devil of The Hidden Leaf Village, and my name is Patrick!" He said, in a decent imitation of Rock Lee.

Brandon quickly exited his pose, and then put his hands together in the Seal of the Tiger and said, "BYAKUGAN!" He returned to his pose, and Patrick rolled his eyes once more.

"I will show you that Hard Work and Dedication can override Natural Talent! After I defeat you, you will believe in the power of the Bloom of Youth!" Patrick said, almost causing Brandon to laugh and lose the serious look on his face.

The living room they were in had plenty of room for them to spar the way they did, seeing as they had done this several times before. Last time, Brandon had tried to be Gaara, but failed miserably due to the lack of sand and Patrick had been Rock Lee and had kicked Brandon's rear end. Brandon jumped forward, on the attack, immediately formulating a plan. He was a quick thinker, and in the split second he had to come up with a plan, he had a stroke of genius.

Patrick tried to perform a rapid series of punches, immediately aiming to take out Brandon's arms so that he would be unable to perform the Juken. But, Brandon blocked a blow to his head and then, in a move identical to Neji's, he twisted his left hand so that his first two fingers pushed against the inside of Patrick's biceps and left Patrick's chest open to attack. Brandon thrust his right hand, the attack hand, straight for Patrick's unprotected chest.

Patrick stumbled backwards, desperately trying to get out of range of the Master Stroke. He managed to, but then he slipped on the rubber ball that he had thrown at the television moments earlier. He cursed as he slipped and started to fall backwards, but Brandon grabbed his right arm and quickly yanked him back towards him. He then assumed another stance, legs planted wide and arms outstretched on either side of him, and attacked Patrick while he was distracted.

"You're in the zone of my 8 trigrams! Now I'll show you a Hyuga Style Technique!" Brandon said, and then said, "8 trigrams: 64 palms of Fury!"

Patrick, regaining his balance, watched in disappointment as Brandon struck out with both his hands. He poked Patrick in the center of his chest with the first two fingers of both his hands, and then said, "2 palms!"

He then made up spots to hit, and if he had realized that he had hit every spot he was supposed to, he would have been proud. But, he struck blindly, hitting spots in the chest, abdomen, and arms. He yelled out his progress, "4 palms! 8 Palms, 16 Palms, 32 palms, 8 Trigrams…64 palms!" He finished his attack, and Patrick stumbled backwards with his hands raised in surrender.

"You always get me with that. You suck." Patrick said, and Brandon laughed. It was true. Whenever he was Neji, he kicked Patrick's butt. Brandon exited his stance, and Patrick rubbed his chest as if he was sore. "You poke too hard. It's supposed to be gentle!" He said, and walked over to the green plush couch. He flopped down, yawned, and looked at the time.

A clock hung next to the couch, displaying digital and glowing blue numbers. It was 1:30 in the morning, and Patrick was dog-tired. Brandon yawned too, but he said, "You know…I wish that Naruto was real. That would be so freakin' cool. I could be a Ninja, you could be a Ninja, and we could have fun!"

Patrick nodded and said, "If wishes were fishes…I would be a fat man. Mainly because I would eat all the fishes."

"Seriously, though. If you could be a ninja, what would you be able to do? What village and clan would you want to be from?" Brandon asked, and sat next to Patrick on the couch.

Patrick scratched his head. "I don't know." He then tired to recline and close his eyes, but Brandon elbowed him in the ribs. "Come on. Tell me." Brandon said, and Patrick glared at him.

"Gosh. Fine. I would want to be like Rock Lee. I would not want to mess with any Ninjutsu or Genjutsu…just Taijutsu. I would want to be able to use all the Lotus techniques…including the Forbidden ones. And, I would like to be able to be as strong and as fast as Lee. I would want to be from the Leaf Village, not be from any important clans, and then I would want to get all the sleep I could." He said, and laid his head back again.

Brandon elbowed Patrick again, earning a punch in the arm as Patrick looked at him. "I would want to be a Hyuga…one that was kidnapped as a child by a cast out Hyuga of the Main Branch. I would like to be able to do the 8 Trigram attacks, the Palm Rotations, the Master Strokes, and being able to do the Shadow Clone Jutsu so that all my clones could do the Juken style. And then…I would want Hinata to fall in love with me!" Brandon finished his sentence with a sigh, and Patrick laughed.

"You're in love with a cartoon chick! And to top it off, it has to be the one who is obsessed with Naruto. Not to mention, she doesn't even get hot until after the two and a half years that Naruto leaves to train!" Patrick laughed.

Brandon glared at him, and then said, "Well, I would want to be put in the Shippuuden timeline then. When Hinata's my age!"

Patrick laughed so hard, that he rolled off the couch and onto the floor. Brandon got angry, so he hissed, "Oh yeah? Well at least I'm not in love with Tenten like you!"

Patrick stopped laughing, and then Brandon jumped on him as he said, "Well, Tenten's not as wimpy as Hinata!"

Both boys scuffled, rolling around on the floor trying to choke each other. Both were hurling insults about the other female, until a weird sound reached their ears. They froze; hearing a 'slurp' and Brandon felt a wet tentacle of something crawling up his leg. His hands were around Patrick's throat, but he released Patrick as soon as he felt the wet touch. Patrick made a face, and Brandon guessed that Patrick felt the same thing. They both looked down at their feet and saw a silvery pool of liquid at their feet that crawled up their bodies and pulled them down towards it.

Patrick started to panic and thrash, but the silvery tentacles lashed out and captured his wrists and legs. Patrick was about to yell, but Brandon clamped his hand around Patrick's mouth. He hissed, "Shut up! I've seen this thing before…in an anime!"

Patrick gave him a look like he was crazy, but Brandon said, "It doesn't matter what happens anyway. This thing won't let go, and it's going to pull us somewhere no matter how much we struggle." He was right. The silvery substance was up to his waist now, and it didn't feel cold anymore.

Patrick accepted this, and Brandon released him. "The only thing to do is to jump right in so it doesn't take as long." He said, and Patrick's eyes widened.

"Are you crazy?" He asked, whispering in shock.

Brandon grinned. "Yeah, but since when does a living silvery substance that sucks people down, to Lord knows where, sound sane?"

Brandon's logic made sense, and Patrick nodded, and the two slid into the silvery substance up to their necks. Patrick shivered, but Brandon smiled. "Hey…maybe we'll end up seeing something awesome. Hey...no matter what, don't let go. We'll get through this together."

He raised his silver-coated arm above the surface, and Patrick did likewise. Their hands clasped tightly, and Brandon saw a look of determination cross Patrick's face. "We'll do this…and make it through whatever comes ahead." He said.

The silvery substance had slowly been swallowing them, and was now up to their mouths. They both clamped their mouths shut and clamped their hands tighter together. Normally, they would never have held hands, but they had to make sure that they wouldn't be separated.

Brandon was sucked down, and he realized that is was sucking him down faster. He made a great show of holding his breath, just so that Patrick would understand. They both took deep breaths, and then held them as they were sucked completely underneath the silvery liquid. Brandon closed his eyes, and felt a strange tugging sensation all over his body. Patrick's hand clamped tighter around his own, and then he heard a strange sound.

It sounded like…bells. He felt like he was being slipped through a hole just barely big enough for him, and then his feet hit solid ground. The silvery substance slid off him, and he felt like he was in open air again. He fell to his knees, and Patrick fell with him. Their hands were clamped together like vises, and Brandon opened his eyes as soon as he realized he was kneeling on a hard substance. It felt like concrete.

He saw that he was kneeling in a wide-open spot, a place that looked like a park. He breathed, and realized he could. "Patrick. You can breathe." He said, and Patrick released his breath and opened his eyes.

"W-where are we?" He stuttered, and was surprised to see that his clothes weren't soaked. They were on a concrete pad, just big enough to fit them, and were surrounded by grass on all sides. There was a bright afternoon sun in the clear blue sky above them, but there seemed to be no ends to the grass around them. It stretched from horizon…to horizon. Nothing but grass. There was silence…where Brandon could not even hear a bird.

Patrick asked again. "Where are we?" as he looked around.

Brandon stood, hauling Patrick to a standing position with him, and said, "I don't know. I don't know why, but I was half-expecting Yuko from the Manga Series XXXHolic."

Patrick gave him a look that indicated he didn't know what he was talking about, and Brandon explained. "She's known as the Dimension Witch. She can do just about everything…for a price."

Patrick nodded, and Brandon heard the paint whisper of the sound of a blade of grass rustling and the faint tinkle of bells. It came from behind them. He quickly spun around, pulling Patrick behind him so he would be protected. What he saw…astounded him.

A man…6'4" tall was standing before them. He had a kind, slim face and ice blue eyes. He was thin, and wore a pure white robe. He had long, straight blond hair that reached down to his back and he held his hands clasped in front of him. He was standing still, and Brandon felt uneasy. The man literally radiated a faint light from his pale skin and light blue eyes. He had narrow features, and Brandon couldn't help but describe him as something like an Elf.

"Don't fear. I don't mean you any harm." He said, and his voice was gentle. It was a medium pitch that was soothing and light. He smiled at the boys, and Brandon released Patrick's hand.

"Where are we?" Patrick asked, coming out from behind Brandon. As if he needed to be protected…whatever.

Brandon watched as the man's glance became amused, and then became passive again. "You are in my realm. I am…a Dimensional Wizard. Similar to your…Yuko, Brandon."

Brandon started, a little creeped out that the person knew his name. Brandon narrowed his eyes, and the man chuckled. "I'm the exact opposite of Yuko. Where she charges a price for you to get anything, I give you something in return for your wanting to go."

Patrick rubbed his eyes. He blinked, rubbed his eyes again, and blinked again. "Okay…I'm obviously stuck in a freaky dream." He said, and Brandon resisted the urge to sock Patrick to prove he wasn't dreaming.

"No…you see, I've had my eyes on you both for quite some time. You both crave more to your lives…and you both love adventure. I am giving you the chance of a lifetime." He said, and took a step forward. The faint sound of a bell chimed somewhere, and the man smiled.

"Brandon…you wished that you could live in the Universe of Naruto? Well, I just happen to be able to send you there. Patrick…I brought you because I thought you might enjoy it as well. Of course neither of you have to accept…I can just send you back." He said, and Brandon felt his curiosity get the better of him.

"Okay…if I go, what's this gift you're giving me?" He asked.

The man smiled, his eyes widening and sparkling with Joy. "Well, that would be to be able to go there with the proper knowledge and abilities of course. I'm not going to send you, like Yuko, into a place completely unprepared. You can create your past…your abilities…and your relationships. All within limits of course." He said.

Patrick's eyes widened, and Brandon grinned. "Patrick…do you want to have a little adventure?" He asked.

Patrick hesitated. "What about our parents and friends?" He asked.

"No time will pass when you are in Naruto's universe. Your realm has stopped, and once I put you in Naruto's universe, your realm won't continue until you are back where you belong. When you are finished with your…adventures, you can come back any time you wish. You will continue right where you left…on the floor of your living room." He said, and Patrick's fears were allayed.

"Then yeah, I'm ready for an adventure. Even if I am dreaming…this is a good dream." He said, grinning.

Brandon and the man both grinned, and Brandon asked, "What name do we call you by?"

The man turned away, gesturing for them to follow him. He spoke to them, not looking back. "You may call me Journey." Brandon made a face, disliking the name. It was too…meaningful.

The man seemed to know, and chuckled. "I am called that because that is what I give to people…journeys within and outside of themselves."

Brandon and Patrick were following the man, walking no more than five feet before the man stopped. They stopped as well, and in the blink of an eye a white tent big enough to fit the three of them appeared out of nowhere.

"Whoa. Dude…that's cool." Patrick said.

The man walked up to the tent, opened the entrance flap, and motioned for the boys to follow. They did, and they walked into the white cloth tent. The tent was lit from the inside by two bright lamps on either side of the tent, and in the middle of the tent was a short brown table. The man walked to one side, and sat down. Brandon realized it was one of the table's you didn't use a chair for, and just sat on the ground. He copied the man, sitting across from him. Patrick followed suit and sat next to Brandon, facing Journey.

"Now…I will give you both eight sheets of paper to organize your thoughts on. Write down whatever you will need for the adventure: your past, your relationships, your abilities, your location, your tools and weapons, everything." As if on cue, out of thin air appeared a pile of 8 papers and a pen appeared in front of both Patrick and Brandon.

They each took their 8 papers and their pen's, and looked at Journey. "Well…go on. Once you're done, hand the papers to me…and your Journey will begin."

They both nodded, and quickly started to scribble on their papers. Patrick paused. "Can we rest before our Journey?" He asked, and Journey smiled kindly.

"Of course. If you require sleep, then you may sleep." He said, and Patrick smiled.

"Thanks." He said, and continued to write.

Both boys scribbled furiously, and each got lost as they created themselves to be modeled in the World of Naruto. It took them over half an hour to complete it, but they finally finished their sheets and handed them to Journey. He stood, read the papers, and smiled.

"Well, boys. You may sleep. When you wake up…you will find yourselves right where you wanted. May your adventure be enjoyable for you." He said. He walked out of the tent, and Patrick and Brandon were both surprised to see the table disappear and instead two cushioned mats appeared in front of them. They had pure white pillows, blankets, and the like.

Brandon climbed into one bed immediately, and Patrick quickly crawled under the blankets. "See you in Naruto. I hope I don't have to kick your butt." He chuckled, and Brandon laughed with him.

Surprisingly…they both fell asleep within a few minutes. It wasn't a gradual sleep either, it was more like they blinked once and then they were out. Journey walked into the tent, smiled, and whispered, "May your Journey be blessed."

Okay, this is just the intro! Next chapter will be told through both boys' perspectives. Let me know what you think of this idea! I can't wait to continue to write! Review please!!!!!

FR